Reality, Pt. 1

[Intro]
Alright y'all, so dont judge me, 'cause I'm finna dope dealer this shit

[Verse 1]
Sometime I feel like nobody's never here
Wondering should I love or wondering should I fear
I got a dream like Dr. King and Kendrick
Kendrick Lamar, man, the best nigga up in it
See, I been homeless for some years, no family would take us in
Bouncing through hella shelters wishing everything would end
Mama like "Lord Jesus, please just help us"
But, in reality, he was the only one who helped us
I'm only sixteen, giving my pussy up already
Maybe 'cause I got a fucking deadbeat daddy
Some days I'm coming home with shit to eat
It's like everybody sitting on the bus, but I ain't got a seat
I was a shampoo girl, but my boss kept fucking with me
So I quit, but now I wish I stayed and let her kept fucking with me
'Cause there wasn't no income coming in
Dad, you a pastor, but not taking care of your kids is a fucking sin
Sometime I want the fast money like a prostitute
But them diseases, they don't come optional
I try to keep my secrets hidden in a box or two
But I'mma leave fucking for money to a prostitute

[Verse 2]
Not to disappoint anybody, but I hate school
Them bitches hate on me and thought that I was never cool
So I'mma keep cool
'Cause I could get rude
But I'mma move on and try to keep my ass in school
See, growing up as a teen, nobody liked me
'Cause I'm that pretty bitch, so everybody wanna fight me
I asked a nigga like "can you get my hair done?"
He said "when you let me fuck, I could get your hair done"
And I said "close the book, that's the end"
Never will I ask again
A helpless ass nigga for a quick money loan to lend
But them the struggles
I even tried to hustle
Playing tough without the muscle
Selling 8-balls into doubles
But they say it's nothing like coming home
So I came home and thought about my reality
I said I thought about my reality
One more time, I said I thought about my reality and wrote this song, P.S.